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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.