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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.