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 India and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.