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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.