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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.