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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.