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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.