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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Cameo,
Rakim,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.