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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.