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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.