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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
UT,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.