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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.