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 Japan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.