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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.