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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.