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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.