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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.