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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
MDC,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.