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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.