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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Television,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.