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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Brick,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.