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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.