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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.