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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.