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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Can,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.