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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.