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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.