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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.