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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.