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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.