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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 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 Deepchord 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.