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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
PIL,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.