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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Organ,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.