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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.