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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.