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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Visage,
Slave,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
MC5,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.