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 Burundi 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '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 Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.