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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Nico,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.