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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Gong,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.