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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.