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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.