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 Austria 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Skarface,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.