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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.