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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.