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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.