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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.