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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
X-101,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.