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 France and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.