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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.