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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.