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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.