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 Kiribati 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.