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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.