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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.