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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Lyres,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.