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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.