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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
JFA,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.