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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s 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 Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.