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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.