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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 June Days to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
UT,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.