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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
a-ha,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
The Saints,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.