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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Icehouse 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Faust,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.