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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.