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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.