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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.