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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.