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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.