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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Magazine,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Wire,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.