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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
New Order,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
The Fall,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.