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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.