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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.