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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
ABC,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.