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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.