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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.