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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.