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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.