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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s 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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.