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 Burkina 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.