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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.