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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
The Saints,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Pole,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.