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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Nas to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.