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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.