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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.