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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.