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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.