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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 PIL to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.