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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.