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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.