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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.