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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.