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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Monks,
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.