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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.