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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.