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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.