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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.