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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.