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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.