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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Can,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.