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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Japan,
AZ,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.