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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.