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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.