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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.