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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.