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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.