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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.