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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Invisible to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
The Gories,
New Order,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.