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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.