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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Deakin,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.