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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.