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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.