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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.