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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.