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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Bluetip 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Slave,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.