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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.