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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.