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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
MC5,
the Association,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.