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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.