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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
X-101,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Magma,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.