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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Faust,
MDC,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.