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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
UT,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.