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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.