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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.