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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.