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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.