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 Colombia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.