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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.