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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.