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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.