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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Crime,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.