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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Technova to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.