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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
The Move,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.