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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 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 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.