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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.