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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.