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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
DNA,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.