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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 CMW 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.