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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.