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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.