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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.