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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.