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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.