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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.