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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.