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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Brick,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.