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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.