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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Little Man to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.