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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.