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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.