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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.