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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Monks,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.