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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 the Association to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
DNA,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.