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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.