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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Echospace,
Can,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.