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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.