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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.