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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.