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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
The Index,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Main Source,
10cc,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.