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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.