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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.