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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.