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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Terry Callier 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.