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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.