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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.