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 Kiribati 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.