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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.