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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.