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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Index,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.