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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Brick,
John Cale,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.