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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.