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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.