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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.