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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.