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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.