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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.