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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.