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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.