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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.