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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.