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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.