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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.