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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Japan,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.