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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.