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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.