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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rotary Connection 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.