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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Echospace,
Q65,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Mars,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.