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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.