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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Model 500,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.