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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.