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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.