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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.