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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
X-102,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.