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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Clear Light 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.