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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
10cc,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.