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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Monks,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
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.