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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
The Move,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.