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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.