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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.