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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.