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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.