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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.