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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Television,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.