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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.