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 New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Urselle,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.