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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.