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 Russia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
AZ,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.