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 South Africa 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wire 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.