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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Pole,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.