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 Jamaica 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Can,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.