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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.