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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.