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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.