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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Magma,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.