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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.