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 Burkina 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.