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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.