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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ronan 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.