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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.