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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.