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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.