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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.