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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.