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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Inner City,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.