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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.