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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.