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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.