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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 ABC to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Cymande,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.