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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.