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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.