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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.