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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Magma,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.