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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.