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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.