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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Niagra 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.