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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.