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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.