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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.