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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.