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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.