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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.