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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Technova,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.