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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Swans,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.