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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.