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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.