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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.