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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.