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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.