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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.