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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
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James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.