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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.