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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Can,
the Sonics,
PIL,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.