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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.