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 the UAE 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.