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 London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.