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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.