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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Madrid and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.