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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.