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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Index,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.