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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.