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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.