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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.