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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
John Foxx,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.