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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.