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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.