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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.