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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.