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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.