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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.