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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.