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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.