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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Visage,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.