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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.