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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.