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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.