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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.