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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.