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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.