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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.