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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.