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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Magazine to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Franke,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.