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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
The Move,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.