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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
JFA,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.