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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
MC5,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.