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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.