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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.