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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Josef K,
Rakim,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.