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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.