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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
MC5,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.