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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.