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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.