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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.