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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.