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 Poland 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.