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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.