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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.