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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.