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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.