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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.