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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.