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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.