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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.