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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.