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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.