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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.