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 Bahrain 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.