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 Egypt 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Can,
Ten City,
Interpol,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.