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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.