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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.