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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
ABC,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.