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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.