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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.