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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.