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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.