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 Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Bad Manners 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.