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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Arab on Radar 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
June Days,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Smog,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.