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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Franke,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.