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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes 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?
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.