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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.