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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
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.