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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Technova,
Cameo,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.