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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.