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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.