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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.