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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.