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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.