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 United Kingdom 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.