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 Burkina 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.