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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.