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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Q65,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.