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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
The Index,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.