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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.