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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.