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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Gong,
The Evens,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.