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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.