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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.