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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Josef K 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 dance 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Flipper,
Can,
Franke,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.