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 France and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.