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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
X-102,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.