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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.