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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.