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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.