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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Victims,
X-102,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.