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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.