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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Hoover,
Faust,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.