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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.