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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.