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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Slave,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.