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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Slave to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.