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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.