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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.