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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Foxx 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.