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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Index,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.