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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.