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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Organ,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.