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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.