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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.