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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.