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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Procol Harum 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.