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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.