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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.