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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Can,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.