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 Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
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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.