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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.