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 Canada 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.