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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.