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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.