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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.