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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Standells to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.