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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Television,
X-102,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.