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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
The Names,
Japan,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.