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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.