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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Busters to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.