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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.