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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.