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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Technova,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.