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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
UT,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.