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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.