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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.