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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.