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 Turkmenistan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.