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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Lungfish 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.