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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.