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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Q65,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.