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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.