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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.