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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
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.