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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.