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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.