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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.