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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.