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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.