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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.