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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.