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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.