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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.