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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.