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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.