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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.