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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.