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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
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.