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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.