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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.