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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Magma,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.