Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.