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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.