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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
cv313,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.