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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Organ to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.