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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.