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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.