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 Portugal and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
10cc,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.