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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.