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 Barbados 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.