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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.