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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.