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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
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Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.