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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.