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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.