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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.