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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.