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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
The Names,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Ossler,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.