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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.