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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Wings,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.