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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.