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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.