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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.