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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.