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 London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.