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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.