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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.