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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.