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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.