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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.