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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.