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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
The Names,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.