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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
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.