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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Wings,
Oneida,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.