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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.