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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Index,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Move,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.