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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.