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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.