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 Johannesburg.
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 Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.