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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.