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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Ludus,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.