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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Magma,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.