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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Rekid to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.