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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
the Association,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.