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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.