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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.