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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.