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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.