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 Afghanistan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.