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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
New Order,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.