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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.