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 Iraq and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.