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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.