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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.