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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.