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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.