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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.