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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.