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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.