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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.