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 Korea North 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.