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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.