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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Can,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.