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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.