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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.