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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus 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 funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
DNA,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.