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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.