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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.