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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.