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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.