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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.