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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.