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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Quantec,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.