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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.