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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Pussy Galore 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.