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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.