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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.