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 Greece and from London.
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 Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Japan,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.