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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Technova,
Qualms,
MDC,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.