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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.