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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.