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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
10cc,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.