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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Smog,
10cc,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.