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 Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.