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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Slits to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.