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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.