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 Uzbekistan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.