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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.