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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.