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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.