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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.