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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.