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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.