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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.