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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.