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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.