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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Joy Division,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.