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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.