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 Monaco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.