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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.