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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.