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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.