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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.