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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Monks,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.