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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.