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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.