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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.