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 Maldives and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Fear,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.