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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.