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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.