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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.